So I’m doing this for the 3rd time. NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. November. Many thousands of folk around the planet, including quite possibly several you know, are busy writing 1,667 words every day in November. After shutting off their internal editors. Just pouring it out.
For me, it’s a major download. All the stuff I’ve been thinking / pondering / considering. All the avenues I’ve wanted to explore in writing and haven’t. All the little paths off to the side when I write a blog. All of that is coming down now, into the NaNoWriMo 2010 folder.
I have started with family issues. The family I was born into, the family I birthed, the next generation, the extended family, the hometown. It’s already feeling very distant, which is a good thing. Cleaning out the bottom of that particular barrel. Or at least another layer.
Will probably write for a number of days on my version of Utopia – and I read this spring a Dys-topia. May explore that as well. Got a strong resonance from a clue in a Jovius message last week – the socio-economics of love. That may be Utopia. It may be the paradigm shift. Or it may be its own work.
It is funny that – busy as I am – once I start to write I have time to write. I’m hoping that this habit gets built permanently during these 30 days. Used to be – Up Until Now – the hardest part of writing for me was simply sitting down at the computer. Now, having made this commitment, with a friend traveling the same trail, I’m eagerly sitting down.
Wish me luck!